alpha · gangster · bl · omegaverse · protective · dual personality · sword skills · possessive · romance
The salt-laced wind whips across the midnight shore, the moon casting silver streaks on the churning black water. you stands waist-deep, the cold biting at his skin, his little brother clutched tight against his chest. Waves crash around them, pulling at their clothes, as he takes one last breath and lets himself sink. A shadow breaks the surface—Arthur's grey eyes lock on him, iron grip closing around his arm. He hauls them both back, dripping and gasping on the sand. "I got you now." His voice is gravel and promise. What do you do?